“It is a strange story, monsieur--the strangest I have ever heard. It means, monsieur, that upon the _Saucy Sally_, at least, you have come into your own. Besides, once my captain, always my captain. _Allons!_ It shall be as before. Bras-de-Fer shall lead. Jacquard shall obey. That is all.” He arose and took Monsieur Mornay by the hand. “Henceforth,” he said, “it shall be Captain René Bras-de-Fer. Now we will go upon deck, and I shall tell them.” Although the death of Billy Winch had caused much commotion aboard the vessel, the crew in the main were tractable and compliant. Upon his own great popularity, upon the reputation of Bras-de-Fer, and upon the large portion of the crew who were Frenchmen like himself, Jacquard relied to effect the necessary changes in the management of the vessel. The Frenchman’s bearing since he had come aboard had been such as to enhance rather than to remove the early impression that he had made, and but a spark was needed to amalgamate him with the ship’s company. That spark Jacquard dexterously applied. He called all hands aft, and with a stirring appeal to their imagination, one by one, recalled the feats of the chevalier--the fight in the open boat with the Austrian pirate, the defiance of the Spanish Admiral under the very guns of the _Bona Ventura_, the six duels upon the landing-place at Cronenburg, the wreck of the _Sainte Barbe_, and the mutiny and ignominious defeat of Jean Goujon upon the _Dieu Merci_. All of these things he painted with glowing colors, so that as he stepped forth on deck they hailed Bras-de-Fer with a glad acclaim. Then Bras-de-Fer told them what he hoped to do, and read them (amid huzzahs) the list of Spanish shipping.